Zhao Lin leaped to his feet and threw three consecutive Stone Roar Fists, venting his excitement.
After advancing his realm, his Vigorous Qi could be projected more than a fist's length from his body. A faint cyan energy surged around his fists.
His fists flew like the wind, their whistling sound echoing inside the cave.
This was what could truly be called the Stone Roar Fist.
The Vigorous Qi in his body had skyrocketed, and he felt an inexhaustible power coursing through him. Although his physical stature hadn't changed, Zhao Lin inexplicably felt much taller and more powerful.
He reflected, 'No wonder Qi Realm cultivators can hardly contend with those in the Blood Realm. I just broke through, and my Vigorous Qi has already doubled. That's a huge advantage in a real fight.'
"Let me try my other techniques."
Zhao Lin then tried out the Three Yin Claw and the Ice Fist.
Their power was even greater than he had imagined, but the consumption of Cold Ice True Qi had also shot up.
